'No , no, no,' I thought frantically 'Not today, not today of all days'. He was here, my french vanilla dream man. In all his gorgeous glory, he was here. And I was a mess, a literal hot mess. It was the hottest day of summer so far and the air conditioner had blown ten minutes after I arrived to start my shift at the coffee shop I co-owned with my best frie...
To recap, in part 1, Ron (that's me) and Mike meet on a website. I taste my first cock and we find that we enjoy deep throating each other. In part 2, we continue our relationship culminating in Mike taking my cock up his ass. This is part 3 where Mike brings a friend. As the days and weeks passed, Mike and I continued seeing each other quite often. Someti...
We were still cuddled on the lawn chair, Dom running his tan fingers through my sandy blonde hair when we heard the commotion. I heard a couple of car doors slam and the sound of men's voices. Dom and I looked at each other shocked out of our reverie. "Shit, they said they were canceling" was all he said. I put two and two together an realized Dom's erstwhil...
Sandro's Third Year [This is the final instalment of this story and takes Sandro up to the time of his graduation. Hopefully there will be a sequel sometime in which we take the lives of Sandro and Dom further. Thank you for reading this very long story. I hope to publish it eventually as a novel on Amazon.] Literary Note: Pietro Aretino (1492-1556) Ital...
Kyle and James are just finishing up a project for college in their apartment. Both of the guys are wearing a tight T-shirt and short gym shorts. They are sitting on the couch. Their other flat mates aren't home. The two have been friends since high school. They aren't best friends, but that is soon to change. Kyle is white, and James is black. James is rea...
"Gay grandad seeks young men for Sunday afternoon fun." That's how I put it on the site. At 60, I had always shied away from the daddy/son scene because with kids of my own it just seemed wrong. Lately, though, I had thought I should give it a try, particularly as so many young guys seemed to be into it and were contacting me. I stressed that they had to ove...
If you've read my story "It Started At the Bookstore," I told how I wound up abandoning the anonymity of the glory holes at the Adult Book Store near me for an in person visit with Dom, a magnetic guy with a gorgeous body (6'2", sculpted muscles including abs and a beautiful butt) that came attached to a magnificent, 10" cut cock. I went with him because he...
I walked up the hotel corridor, it wasn't terribly elaborate. A budget hotel. White walls, plasticky wood, sterile, blue carpet. I was trembling, was this right? This wasn't me. I hated myself in that moment. I hated how much I wanted it. It was all so undignified, I was degrading myself. A regular slut. It was a long walk but longer than it seemed. One day...
Jarrett sat down at his desk, relieved that the first day of classes had ended. He looked over the left-side, his side, of his dorm room. His bed was neatly made. His books and some food products were carefully spaced on the shelves above. His desk was clear except for his laptop. He had gotten some paper from the floor's resident assistant to cover his bull...
[If you get confused by all the minor characters, you can find a complete list of the characters by clicking on WittePiet, then on the Biography tab and scrolling down to the bottom of the page.] Chapter Fifty: Two telephone conversations between Sandro and Dom (1) D: Hi Sandro, please can you give me your mother's E-mail address, and I will send her a le...